stars in the skin
My gods why wouldn’t this thing just die already? Melita frowned as it remained stumbling and bumbling around – blasting off another round of cannon fire at its hind as it seemed to have lost the will to even find them. “Ummm, both?” she grinned back at Colt over her shoulder; for the Honeybee wouldn’t have problem with either. “You know people try to ride all kinds of monsters.” The Accepted could take that in any way she pleased.
The tone of such a suggestion seemed to be negative, so Melita rolled her eyes, wondering why everyone was always so concerned about public safety. “Well, we have the dolphins already. Why not echo sharks too? Or hell, ghost whales.” Because they ate people – she’d know personally. At this point the demigod would aim to outdo ideas by sheer lunacy. But then Colt’s arrow segmented straight into the beast’s hide, so that it resembled a pin cushion. “Gods. We’re gonna have to use this thing for something.”
Allogator: 99/1266
The tone of such a suggestion seemed to be negative, so Melita rolled her eyes, wondering why everyone was always so concerned about public safety. “Well, we have the dolphins already. Why not echo sharks too? Or hell, ghost whales.” Because they ate people – she’d know personally. At this point the demigod would aim to outdo ideas by sheer lunacy. But then Colt’s arrow segmented straight into the beast’s hide, so that it resembled a pin cushion. “Gods. We’re gonna have to use this thing for something.”
Allogator: 99/1266
Melita
and fire, iron, scales
